Tekst piosenki
(Prod. by JV Beatz/Aston Martin)
(Verse 1)
Bitches in the buildin’ fuckin’ in a staircase
Sippin holy water what a rare taste
I keep hittin’ never will my gears break
U niggas shiverin’, not a bruise on my tan face
Sour got me flyin over military air space
Whats power? Im in a military mindstate
Militants marchin to drop ya carcass where the tombs lay
I got no other options, get this money no delays
And we ain’t servin none, till the fees paid
Imma end up crashin dabbin on the freeway
Passin’ out, fuck nigga get tossed like a bouquet
Im in the sauce, dont get ya food ate
Fools play, get touched thats a easy tag
You niggas active, can’t believe they ass
Smoke cezt and rip my chest apart
Smoke the death make me feel better god
(Hook)
Im meditatin’ on the universe
(Yeah im meditatin’ on the universe)
Upgrade the knowledge, lace the buddha herb
(Lace the buddha herb, please lace the buddha herb)
Im trippin’, im really really really really trippin’ dawg, x4
(Verse 2)
Bring the pastor over, bless the ganja
Eat ya on the passover, angel of death in my conscious
I still feel alive, I still feel empowered
This guerilla rap derived from Che Guevara
In his honor, kill the enemy till he expire
You niggas tryna dress better than the bitches
Polo down never switch up attires
Ya jaw go up and down till i get it wired
Dope on my plate, i been a buyer
I been using, abusing like every hour
Born loser, absorbin up this powder
Clown raps get frowned at and ate up like chowder
Im bout to
Get mine, show no love
Bitch niggas makin moves, i dont hold no grudge
Jugglin my limbs, get broke in like gloves
Strugglin wit ends, might soak in my blood, what!
2nd Part
(Intro)
Thou shall not be fucked with…
(Verse 1)
The sack gods, rap dogs
Focused like adderall
Heres a dosage to capture all
Applause, light the bong set a song
Blow in the wind like smoke exhaust
Most you niggas committin fraud
I was set up to fail
Peace to gods set up in jails
Till then raisin hell
Champ read beneath the belt
Im somethin else
Post on ya block, me and my niggas
Ain’t no act bitch, me and my niggas
What you need is ya liver
Couple niggas flipped dope, still gettin green wit my niggas
Ya was eatin slow
Only right I got to feedin ’em quicker, UH!
My food for thought burn through ya stomach
Early bird get the worm, dios here a cometh
You niggas dont want it, I never seen ’em
Try and reach me, receive praise like baby jesu
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